Looking up to you
Taking time to realise
We all revolve
Around one another
All drawing each other
Inwards and collisions
Unavoidable
It took a while
Of sitting in
The darkness
Taking time to realise
How bright you are
How steady and constant
While eyes are distracted
By satellites
And falling stars
Mesmerising centuries
Defying human theories
The seat of source
Of all things
Green on earth
Stardust fingers
Billions of years wide
Hold us all our lives
Haymaking
Sunshine and rain
Brave one who
Hops onboard
Riding forward
While others gather
Receiving stores
Bailing and loading
Sundried piled high
Wheat and straw
For each living thing
In community
Out of rain
Hoping greenness
Had gone away
Save spontaneous
Combustion
Meanwhile few
Content with
Love's gleanings
Slim pickings
On the fringe
Taking only
What they need
To feed or bake
Wheaten loaf
For family roast
Horse or goat
Stave off hunger
Together
For one more day
A manicure
Constantly tending
Ever growing
Uncomfortable process
Paring and smoothing
Rough edges
Common trait of humanity
Yet individual as
A fingerprint
Love an identity
Caring regularly
Outward sign of
Healthy nurture
Nourishment
Beautiful accessory
To extend
To hold
In another's
Hand
In the hey daze they believed
Love is all you need
Offspring of starched
Apron generation
A leaf out of a book
Cruel to be kind
Post migration
Preceded by a silent
- Exclamation -
All we see is HMV
Flapper dress hair
Glitz and flare
Through movies eyes
We hypnotize
My conflagration
Of X, Y's, Z's and I
Digital pinnacle to climb
Steadily insisting
We are living in
Unprecented times
This is my generation
Seeking inspiration
With glowing eyes
Yet the sweetest find
Is in your smile
Failsafe friend days
Filled with laughter
Topdown wind in hair ways
Hope your headscarf stays
The biggest smiles
Reserved for little
Sister dearest
Keepsafe creative memory
Easy hair down
Help tailor made
In a bind
Pave a way
Waves over statelines
Saving grace
Voice a soothing space
For centuries
Women on the verge
Of finding one another
Peace never needing
A reason to love
The tragedy of poetry
Is how Atwood sees
As the words are written
Inspired event complete
Like an epitaph
To memory in bold
Detail delightful sighting
Though future is untold
No assurance can be given
By simply putting down
Ink to paper, finger tap
All prophecy unfounded
Into future like Le Guin
A new world expounded
If all society's whisper
In amplified stereo sound
A foot tapping, toe curling
Secret I keep
That all stories begin and end
With us somewhere in between
Heavy on my mind
Light in my step
Taking my time
Giving me power
Under my skin
Deep in the heart
Over everything
Where do I start?
Love is burnt toast
Running late
Sleeping in
Talking straight
Smiling inappropriate
Moments on repeat
Fear of being alone
Knowing never will be
Because you're always
Here beside me
We each have new beginnings
New seasons to
Leap and lie
Bow, lament
Rise and start again
Consider the sunbleached
Bronzed, beautiful
Beckoning blue
Sea and sky
Like a lover's high
Adrenalin
Riding waves
Salt water bouyancy
Yet one day
White caps on the bay
Forcing its way
On the rocks
All endings unpleasant
Never a parting
Without pain
Is that the reason, though
To never start again?
When we can be held
Through that passage
Of time and inspire
Years attended by
Watched over with
The one who would never miss
Being in the moment
With you
Did I enjoy that moment then?
When turning a ginger cat out of bed
To sit sublime and write stories
Sip tea and reminisce that moment when
A merry go round of accidents
Incidents, coincidences
Wishing away the minutes
Until another one happens again
Sit steadily, observing
All the people, things, moments
A blade of grass, a couple kissing
Lights flashing, red and blue
Actions shots
Still life
I crawl into my den
Soaking in moments when
In revelry
Devotedly, the afternoon sun
Casts a warm embrace
Over my arms
Shadows dance on black and white keys
As my fingers touch lightly
An enchanting unity
Nature has the key
Buzz pollinating in B minor
Like a moth drawn to a flower
Love is not dangerous
It laments to carry a sting
Used if love is not our best intention
To have words trampled
Beneath the cart wheels
On the streets
of old St Petersburg
Crimes a mystery
Hung backlit
By brazen streetlight
Broken, worn, blue
Time it takes
To decide ~ are they done?
Will they heal?
Slowly drip feeding
Stew of broth
Building marrow
Until the shine
In the eyes returns
Upon hearing
A chorus
Seeing a glorious
Image of affection
At mere mention
A novel moment
Produces a turrent
Cascading into
Rivers winding
Bringing life
Bearing it to sea
Setting free
Count the stars of heaven 